Boisterous voices from across the room were echoed throughout her ballroom. A celebration to announce their overall victory against Ganondorf. Her mind slips back to thoughts of Link, wondering why he is late. Nervously tugging away at the white gloves she wore till she felt the weight of a familiar hand on her shoulder. “Link, you made it, I was beginning to worry.” Zelda appears at ease and she turns to face the hero but is met with someone who looked just like him.